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jamesy! - sick كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
ima k!ll you!
ima k!ll you!
i will f_cking k!ll your ass!

[chorus]
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
and when i get bored i just count up the deads
i’m makin’ sure that my family’s fed
i catch that boy lackin’, i fill him with lead
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
bad little b_tch wanna play with my dreads
f_ck n_gga best watch his mouth, what he said
you heard that i’m p_ssy, well you got mislead

[verse]
talk your sh_t
b_tch, we give them h_ll like some hockey sticks
f_ck your b_tch
i ain’t takin’ l’s, call me deji, b_tch
icy wrist, icy, you can call me articuno, b_tch
hit or miss, hit the deck but we ain’t playin’ uno, b_tch
cop a new whip, then i swerve, uh
that b_tch, she got on my nerves, uh
want a new b_tch with some curves, uh
i don’t make orders, i serve
bad to the bone, bad b_tch hit my phone
like, “jamesy! leave me ‘lone”
but you got tickets to come see my show
[chorus]
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
and when i get bored i just count up the deads
i’m makin’ sure that my family’s fed
i catch that boy lackin’, i fill him with lead
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
bad little b_tch wanna play with my dreads
f_ck n_gga best watch his mouth, what he said
you heard that i’m p_ssy, well you got mislead

[verse]
i’m just a little f_cked up in the brain
p_ssy boy lackin’ i’ll work on my aim
put his ass in the ground, man, it’s such a shame
these lame n_ggas drowned tryna ride on my wave
i ain’t singin’ sh_t ’till a n_gga get paid
bad b_tch wit’ some time, i call her minute maid
i must be a barber, ’cause they want the fade
they call me a chip, ’cause your b_tch gettin’ laid
i wanna f_ck on this b_tch and her name’s keke palmer
i eat up the p_ssy and i’m not jeffrey dahmer
i slice up your b_tch like it’s f_cking for honor
don’t be talkin’ down, or else you’re a goner
i own two knives, but i am not the monster
if a n_gga want smoke, best call up the doctor
if i’m acting a fool, best get me an oscar
they call mcdonalds, ’cause b_tches get slaughtered
[chorus]
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
and when i get bored i just count up the deads
i’m makin’ sure that my family’s fed
i catch that boy lackin’, i fill him with lead
i’m just a little bit sick in the head
bad little b_tch wanna play with my dreads
f_ck n_gga best watch his mouth, what he said
you heard that i’m p_ssy, well you got mislead

- jamesy

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